Once I decided I was going to the mainland for a break..and said to mate S..would you like to look after Black Megs for me?..keys to the flat..ah, no, uncle Bill..bring him around here, we’ll look after him…okay..yep yep yep. I’ll leave my car here + the keys; take him to .the home town.. if he gets too much. yep yep yep. He’d been there a few times b4, I figured he’d be happier there..just in case.
So, I get back. And we have a long and convoluted story awaiting my return..about That Cat. Ah! He and I were good on stories uncle S..we had a few between us. So, what had happened was….the cat was yowling..wouldn’t settle. okay, off we go. I had warned them about corners, recommended that the kitty litter tray be in the passenger’s footwell, and that if you got to 10 or 20 odd kays out of the home town, he’d usually be ok. so, off they go. The first thing was..the kitty litter smelt didn’t it. So..the kitty litter tray got moved to the back of the car…and they got a few kays further on, and..Black Megs escapes from a convenient lap, makes a dive for where the ..kitty litter should have been..and starts to heave up all over a pair of shoes that were still attached..car stops. Cat is held outside until the heaves stop. Cat then purrs..they resume the journey. Uncle S then reminds me I didn’t tell him about the long sleeved shirt..and he happened to be wearing a short sleeved variety. Ouch hurtees. Car stops again, cat is pried off uncle S’s arm, and they continue. 20 odd kays short of the home town, uncle S increases speed. Cat escapes onto back parcel shelf..and drools all down onto the back seat… the story is punctuated throughout by lots of detail, who said what and what have you..very entertaining! Lots of Uncle Bills, and aunty..’s and occasional uncle s’s..and giggles.